"Dean Jiang, Doctor Wan, I'll host a banquet another day. Please don't refuse then," Fan Xingfa said politely, cupping his hands as he saw Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun out.
"Alright, we'll be going then."
"Walk slowly..."
After speaking, Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun walked out of the courtyard gate and towards the car.
However, quite a few physicians were still gathered outside. As soon as they saw Jiang Yichun and Wan Yunting emerge, not a single one of them stepped forward to greet them!
"How could he be the one to cure President Fan's daughter's strange illness!"
"Exactly, why wasn't it Elder Weng, or Chairman Gu's granddaughter Gu Luotang? Why him, an insignificant nobody!"
"Yes, that kid is going to become famous now..."
It turned out they had already heard that Fan Xingfa's daughter's strange illness had been diagnosed and treated by Wan Yunting, whom Jiang Yichun had brought along. This disbelief left the physicians outside stunned. After all, Wan Yunting was considered a newcomer in the Hua Du traditional Chinese medicine circle. The only reason they knew him was that he had previously cured the illness of the richest man Kang Hongwen's mother. However, they hadn't paid him much attention. Yet, now, Fan Xingfa's daughter's strange illness, which all the renowned physicians in Hua Du's traditional Chinese medicine circle, including the famous doctors Weng Dehai and Gu Luotang, had failed to treat, was cured by Wan Yunting. Wasn't this intentionally making everyone envious, jealous, and unbalanced?
"The atmosphere in our traditional Chinese medicine community has been ruined by Weng Dehai and his ilk," Jiang Yichun said, getting into Wan Yunting's car. He saw the physicians gathered at the entrance of Fan Xingfa's villa, their eyes filled with surprise, pointing and whispering at Wan Yunting, their faces full of jealousy and resentment. He spoke in a low voice.
Wan Yunting drove, glancing at him and smiling, "Old Jiang, you seem to dislike Physician Weng quite a bit!"
"Because he is a parasite in our traditional Chinese medicine field, a shameless degenerate..." Recalling Weng Dehai, Jiang Yichun became angry. "You have no idea. He, Weng Dehai, categorizes patients into different grades. He doesn't see ordinary people. He only caters to the wealthy and powerful, acting like a subservient dog, wagging his tail at the rich and influential. What infuriates me most is that he promotes networking within the traditional Chinese medicine circles, causing many young physicians to willingly become his disciples, using traditional Chinese medicine to pursue wealth and status, and climb the social ladder. Isn't he a disgrace to our field?"
Hearing that Weng Dehai was such a person, Wan Yunting raised his eyebrows. This changed his perception of people in the traditional Chinese medicine circle. After all, he had learned traditional Chinese medicine from his master and was instilled with the ideas of "healing the wounded and helping the afflicted" and being a benevolent doctor. He never thought of making money through his medical skills. Furthermore, Wan Yunting was not lacking in wealth. The reason he practiced medicine now was partly to fulfill his master's wish and partly because he enjoyed treating and saving people himself. However, hearing Jiang Yichun talk about how people in Hua Du's traditional Chinese medicine circles now sought to get rich through their skills was a huge conflict with the original benevolent philosophy passed down by their ancestors!
This doesn't mean that Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun were hypocritical. They did charge for their services, but not exorbitant consultation fees! For example, Fan Xingfa had offered five million yuan earlier, which was an extremely high consultation fee, exceeding their capacity. If they accepted it, it would only feel like burning their hands and cause unease. However, people like Weng Dehai often preferred to charge such high consultation fees, which was why they privately favored treating the rich.
"Let's not talk about him." Jiang Yichun waved his hand. "The day after tomorrow is the annual conference held by the Hua Du Traditional Chinese Medicine Association at the Traditional Chinese Medicine University. You'll accompany me."
"Alright." Wan Yunting nodded in agreement; they had already made arrangements for this.
It was already seven o'clock in the evening when they returned to the Southern Traditional Chinese Medicine Department. Jiang Yichun, who had intended to have dinner with Wan Yunting, was called away to the Traditional Chinese Medicine University by a phone call, busy with the arrangements for the conference held the day after tomorrow. So, Wan Yunting went back to the examination room to tidy up and prepared to find Jin Xiuwen for dinner, intending to introduce Jiang Wenhao to him along the way.
Meanwhile, Jin Xiuwen was having dinner with a stunningly dressed woman at a high-end Western restaurant. Seeing his phone ring, he looked and saw it was Wan Yunting. "Hello, buddy, you need something?"
"Mm, come out for dinner, and I'll introduce you to someone," Wan Yunting said as he walked downstairs.
Jin Xiuwen was taken aback. He looked at the beauty he had just met. "Not now. Fei'er and I are having dinner."
"Fei'er?"
"My girlfriend."
Wan Yunting said helplessly, "Alright, then we'll talk when you have time tomorrow."
"Sure. By the way, don't go home tonight." Jin Xiuwen whispered the last sentence to Wan Yunting. This caused Han Fei'er, sitting opposite him, to roll her enchanting peach blossom eyes flirtatiously.
...Wan Yunting couldn't help but complain about this guy. After hanging up, he opened the car door and got in, preparing to spend the night at Jiang Wenhao's place and then look for a place to rent near the hospital tomorrow.
Jin Xiuwen put down his phone. Han Fei'er asked, "Who was that?"
"A brother of mine, asking me to dinner." Jin Xiuwen picked up his wine glass and clinked it with hers. Han Fei'er smiled, "Does he live with you?"
"Mm, but only temporarily." After taking a sip of wine, Jin Xiuwen smirked, "Want to come to my place tonight?"
"Oh, you! Who wants to go to your place?" Han Fei'er playfully rolled her eyes at him, making Jin Xiuwen's heart flutter, wishing he could take her back and have intercourse right away. In fact, calling her a girlfriend was more like calling her a casual sex partner. Han Fei'er was a beauty Jin Xiuwen had met at a bar yesterday. They had exchanged WeChat contacts, and with his flirting skills, he had quickly asked Han Fei'er out. However, Jin Xiuwen didn't know that it was precisely because of this person that Wan Yunting almost lost his life tonight! That's a story for later.
At this moment, Wan Yunting was just about to drive to find Jiang Wenhao when Ma Zhendong called him. "Yunting, are you off work? Come home now. Pang Bureau and I want to catch up with you."
"Okay, I'm heading over now..."
Half an hour later, Wan Yunting was standing at the door of the elderly Mr. Ma Zhendong's house, knocking. A voice from inside said, "Coming." The door opened, and it was Niu Qiuling who opened it. This girl was wearing a white T-shirt with a black jacket, her proud ample bosom standing tall, outlining her alluring curves. Her lower half was clad in cropped tight-fitting jeans, paired with black leather flat boots. Her ear-length short hair made her look heroic and spirited.
"You're here too." Seeing the well-endowed police officer Niu Qiuling, Wan Yunting smiled.
"I'm here to see Uncle Ma." Niu Qiuling gave him an arrogant white look and then moved aside to let Wan Yunting in. In the living room, Director Pang, dressed in casual clothes, was playing chess with Mr. Ma Jianguo, the elderly Mr. Ma Zhendong's father. "Xiao Wan, you're here..."
"Xiao Wan is here." Huang Xiue, from the kitchen, also came out and called out warmly.
Wan Yunting smiled and greeted her, "Auntie, sorry for the trouble."
"Don't mention it." Huang Xiue gave him a chiding look, "Sit down for a while. Dinner will be ready soon."
Wan Yunting nodded and then went to watch Mr. Ma Jianguo and Pang Yuan play chess. Ma Zhendong, who was helping his mother in the kitchen, came out. "Qiuling, go in and help your aunt."
"Okay." Niu Qiuling glanced at Wan Yunting before turning to go into the kitchen.
"Xiao Pang, can't you let me have one move?" Mr. Ma Jianguo looked at the chessboard, about to lose, and glared unhappily at Pang Yuan opposite him, provoking Pang Yuan to laugh, "Old Chief, you told me not to be polite, so you can't blame me."
"No, Xiao Wan, take a look at my game, is there any hope?" Mr. Ma Jianguo turned his head, seeking help from Wan Yunting, who was standing beside him.
"Old Chief, you can't do this," Pang Yuan said anxiously.
Wan Yunting smiled and pointed to Mr. Ma Jianguo's horse. "Uncle Ma, move your horse here!" Seeing the chess position he pointed to, Mr. Ma Jianguo suddenly had an epiphany and happily placed his horse on that spot. "Xiao Wan is still amazing. Xiao Pang, you lost, haha..."
"Oh, Xiao Wan, you really did this. I rarely get to beat the Old Chief once, and now you've ruined it all. You owe me drinks later!" Pang Yuan yelled at Wan Yunting in exasperation.
Wan Yunting rolled his eyes and turned to Mr. Ma Jianguo. "Uncle Ma, I can't be fined for this."
"Haha, how could I let you be fined." Mr. Ma Jianguo laughed heartily and pointed his thumb at Pang Yuan. "You lost this round, so you have to drink!"
"Fine, I can't beat you two." Pang Yuan reluctantly conceded, making Mr. Ma Jianguo laugh heartily, and Wan Yunting and Ma Zhendong also chuckled...